“Barbigerous” or “Here Lies Romance”

It’s Save-a-Word Saturday! For any who need a reminder of/never knew what that means, here’s how it goes:

Save-a-Word Saturday

1) Create a post linking back to the hosts, The Feather and the Rose.

2) Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in the post. (If you find yourself in want of options, Feather ‘n’ Rose recommended a site that may have some word-lovers drooling. Luciferous Logolepsy. Even its name is old and delicious!)

3) Provide a definition of your word, and use it in a sentence/short paragraph/mini story vaguely related to the particular week’s chosen theme.

4) Sign up properly on the host post’s linky list so participants can easily find each other and share their logophilistic joy.

5) Be a hero by sharing these retro words with the world!

I’ve been participating in the weekly fun via my Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale” Facebook page, giving myself the extra challenge/fun of relating every word I pick to my re-imagining of the Robin Hood legend (a.k.a. the magnum opus to be self-published after the completion of “The Wilderhark Tales”). But I figure, hey, since I’ve gotten in the habit of having my vignettes all pre-written and ready to go, no reason I can’t pop over here real quick and post it for the blog-inclined to see, too!

So, without further delay, here’s my word-saving civic duty of the day.

The theme: Roses.

The word: “Barbigerous”, an adjective meaning “having a beard”.

The Example: Will Scarlet presented the bouquet with a flourish. “Roses are red,

Scarlet is, too.

And speaking of red things, here!

These are for you!”

Little John looked down at the ribbon-bound blooms. “Why are you giving me these?”

“Why? Look at a calendar for once, will you? It’s Valentine’s Day!”

An expression as black as the beard framing Little John’s mouth defied Will to say something stupid. “So?”

Will heaved a sigh. “So Robin’s got Marion, Arthur’s got Guinevere, and you and me? Well, at least we’ve got each other – even if you do make for a huge, barbigerous sort of woman.” Will pulled a pathetic puppy-dog expression. “Humor me for half-a-minute, please? All the Faeries just laughed at me when I tried to woo one last year.”

His turn to sigh, now, Little John rolled his eyes skyward. “Fine,” he rumbled, taking the rose bouquet. “Even if you do make for an absurd, mentally-challenged sort of woman.”

Will’s grin flashed bright. “But gorgeous, though, right?”

Little John glowered. “Roses are red,

Go away, Scarlet.”

Will walked off, shaking his head. “Romance is so dead.”

*Notice: From here ‘til Labor Day, my weekends will be dedicated to the Bristol Renaissance Faire. So while I’ll still try to participate on the “Ballad” page when I can, this begins Ever On Word’s hiatus from Save-a-Word Saturday. Thanks for joining me hitherto, and I hope to get right back into the groove in September!

6 thoughts on ““Barbigerous” or “Here Lies Romance”

    • Heh, no, that’s not the kind of relationship they’ve got. X)
      A picture of the beard, eh? Oh yeah *smacks forehead* — not everyone can see Little John like I do. I’ll see what I can slip in for ya.

  1. Baha! You make me laugh, as always!

    And I think we are going to make some alterations to our original directions–I like what you’ve got written up there. 🙂 Enjoy the Bristol Ren Faire!!! Sounds like sooo much fun. 🙂

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